How can something so flimsy be so relentless?
The future where all is bright or the future where all is rent
are the same in this way.
I am minding my own body but I do not know how to be known.
I do not want my gifts to have to be beaten out of me.
m.nicole.r.wildhood: In addition to blogging at http://mnicolerwildhood.com, m.nicole.r.wildhood's essays and poetry have appeared in The Atticus Review,Ballard's Journal of Street Poetry, Lodestone and elsewhere. Her work is forthcoming in The Mighty, Pankhearst and Litro Magazine as well as an chapbook anthology from Tupelo Press. Her nonfiction, fiction and poetry have won 1st place in The Nature of Words' regional writing contest and she received honorable mention in Writer's Digest's annual writing competition. She currently writes for Seattle’s street newspaper Real Change and is at work on a novel and two full-length volumes of poetry.